Its a world

Sitting all alone at her table reading and writing. No one seemed interested in the loner’s presence . She had never stayed away from a book all her born days. She was asked why she always writes alot of nonsense and sense, why she reads books way beyond she could handle.

She answered; its not just writing and reading, it is something beyond love. It a world in which I touch the untouchable,taste the tasteless ,feel the unfelt and full of controversies. In this world, the sound of the moon is like heavenly music,the glowing stars light the dark paths ,the fight between the moon and the sun makes me develop tightening claws. It is a magical carpet on which i sit and fly above the sky ,pick stars and light my small world. I tour the world . It is not just reading and writing, it is life, the heart of it all is joy.